Wednesday, September 02, 2015

Mga Istoryang Sinauna: Oink, Oink, Oink

As I've mentioned many times in the past, I grew up in a farm -- you know, with cows, pigs, rabbits, chickens, numerous dogs, a cat that kept on returning to our house despite my parents' best efforts to get rid of it. My parents used to raise pigs for slaughter. What a tragic life for those pigs, right? Well, those pigs supported my education. *Hats off to you, dear piggies.*

Anyway, at the close of the high school freshman year, I got chicken pox. It was awful, not only because of the terrible, terrible itchiness and scars it brought, but also because I transmitted it to everybody in the family. By the time I got well, Madear and Fadear were in their heights (or depths?) of the illness and had severe rashes all over, so I was tasked to care for the dear piggies. If memory serves, there were ten -- five on each pen.

They were a cute, yet very rowdy lot. Come feeding time, nag-uunahan sila sa food. Mga dayukyok. I bathe them after feeding, and one time, while showering them using a water hose, I turned my back to them and next thing I knew, my shorts were down the floor. WHAT. THE. EFF? Apparently, one of the darn pigs bit and pulled my shorts down. I SWEAR, each and every one of those pigs were LAUGHING at me.

Totoo 'yan! Everytime na bentahan time, usually May (bago pasukan and in time for Mayflower fiestas), may iyakan talagang mangyayari. Lalo na pag cows binebenta, with their long lashes and soulful eyes looking at you as if asking, "why you are selling me, aren't we friends, dammit?!"